Weekend snacking

I didn't really cook any full-fledged meals this weekend; I've been taking it pretty easy. I did cook up a few snacks, though.

My Saturday early afternoon brunch snack was mixed veggies (radish, mushroom, yellow bell pepper, red onion, garlic, parsley, and basil) sautéed in butter, then topped with fried egg. Simple, light, tasty, and filling enough.

My Sunday early afternoon brunch snack was a little more involved, but not much. I started off by mincing some red onion, crushing and slicing some garlic, dicing some yellow bell pepper and mushroom, chopping some parsley and basil, and hacking up a couple slices of prosciutto.

I heated up some extra virgin olive oil in my pan and started sautéing. Onion and garlic were first, followed shortly after by the mushroom and pepper. Once they were softening some, I dumped in the prosciutto and let it all cook until the meat started getting just a touch crispy, at which point I added in the parsley and basil and let it all simmer on low heat while I got my plate ready.

I cut a few slices off a baguette, topped them with the shit from the pan, and then finished it all off with some shredded parmesan. Once again: simple, light, delicious, and filling enough. Both of these were single pan, both took less than 10 minutes to cook. The perfect weekend dishes.

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